Neighbors, Part 1

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Summary: Two neighbors are cursed. Whenever Zoe has unprotected sex, Emily becomes pregnant with the resultant offspring, and goes through a 1-month pregnancy, after which she gives birth. Both women are also now immune to sexually transmitted disease. Zoe finds it liberating that she can have sex without personal consequence, and cares little about the effects it has on her neighbor. Emily, meanwhile, is overwhelmed by the continuous pregnancies, and the increasing number of babies she is now apparently responsible for. However Emily has yet to explore the impact the curse has on Zoe. Contains: Female: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, weight gain, stuffing, and possibly more.

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“…and it is my honor to name Miss Emily Pearson neighborhood watchperson of the year for a third time in a—”

Someone in the small crowd snorted loudly. Mr. Finkle halted as Emily’s smile fell.

“Ehm…” said Mr. Finkle as he blinked down into the small gathering of community members. “Is there a problem, Ms. Flowers?”

“Oh, no, not at all,” Zoe Flowers responded with exaggerated remorse. She was cradling a glass of wine, the liquid swishing dangerously against the sides of the glass. “It’s just—well, Emily is the only member of the neighborhood watch.”

“Only active member,” Emily quickly snapped back from the small platform she was standing on. “The others have just been busy, and—”

“And she’s more of a menace than anything else,” Zoe cut in. “Last week she wrote me a citation while I was sick in the hospital.”

“With alcohol poisoning,” said Emily, her dirty blonde hair waving as she struggled to stay still. “Which is no excuse for you getting your sick all over Mr. Richards’ sidewalk. If you can’t be bothered with controlling your behavior, I am hardly to blame.”

“Control my behavior?” Zoe snapped, but she was hastily cut off.

“As I was saying, Ipresentyouwiththisaward, thankyouforyourservice, pleaseacceptthisgift.” Mr. Finkle said it all quite hastily as he shoved a small stone figure into Emily’s hands. It was a local artifact that one of the school kids had dug up while searching for a time capsule. The statuette was the image of a woman with bronze skin, solemn eyes, and fingers intertwined in an unusual and meticulous way. No one knew how far it dated back, but it was said to symbolize unity. The local antique shop dealer had said that it hadn’t been worth sending out for further appraisal.

After partaking in refreshments of donuts and coffee, Emily walked out to the town hall parking lot, her heels clicking beneath her. Just as she was sticking her purse into her car, she heard a voice behind her.

“Little miss perfect.”

Emily’s perfectly-threaded eyebrow twitched. “Zoe.” She forced a smile as she turned to face her longtime next-door neighbor. “Shouldn’t you be home by now? Catching up on sleep, maybe?” she added pointedly.

“Why?” Zoe sneered. “Have you implemented a curfew I don’t know about?”

Emily actually thought that was a good idea, but instead of saying so, she simply said, “Goodnight,” and turned back to her car.

“Hold it.”

Emily stiffened as she felt someone grab hold of her arm. “Don’t touch me,” she said, trying to jerk away without toppling from her very-high heels. She glared at Zoe, who looked completely wild with her mascara smeared around her eyes rather haphazardly.

“Give me that,” Zoe growled, and it was only then that Emily realized the other woman was going for the statuette. Zoe grabbed hold of the bronzed head.

“No, it’s mine,” Emily heard herself whine back, not caring how juvenile she sounded, because she had earned that figurine, dammit!

But Zoe was determined, and was surprisingly strong for such a slim, slinky woman. She pulled just as hard as Emily resisted, then there was a loud “CRACK” and a bright green flash of light that sent both women sprawling back on the tarmac.

-

“Oh my garsh, are you girls okay?”

Emily blinked a few times. She felt dazed. She looked up at Mrs. Brown, her neighbor on the corner house. She had a son away at college and two golden retrievers.

Emily allowed the matronly woman to help her to her feet. It was still dark out, and a few of her other neighbors were standing around her in that same town hall parking lot. They all had worried looks on their faces. A groan beside her made her aware of Zoe’s form curled on the ground.

Zoe climbed up on her own. “What the hell happened?” she grumbled, glaring around suspiciously.

“We found you here,” said Mr. Finkle, his face popping out of the small crowd of faces. “You seem to have briefly passed out,” he added, frowning down at the broken statuette that laid on the floor between them. “Were you ladies fighting?” A scandalized look crossed his face.

“Of course not!” Emily snapped, at the same time Zoe drawled, “I was assaulted.”

Emily’s throat narrowed in her fury. “There is something seriously wrong with you!” she squeaked, before leaning down to collect the broken figurine, but Zoe was quick to snatch up the broken half closest to her.

Emily released an exasperated huff, before climbing into her car, and slamming the door shut behind her. She stuffed her half of the broken statue into her purse before speeding out of the lot, her wheels squealing. She had little care about the shocked looks on her neighbors faces, or the way the backed away as her car swiveled for the exit. But maybe she would call them individually and apologize in the morning. At the moment, she was just infuriated!

It was so typical of Zoe to try to take this from her. But Emily wasn’t going to let her win. Not again. Despite her resolve, Emily found herself spending the night in her house, on her couch, eating chocolate ice cream straight out of the container as she worked her way through the most ludicrous infomercials. At 2AM, she glanced at the clock and shook her head, feeling disgusted with herself. Ordinarily, Emily would have been in bed by this time, but she felt too angry, too unfulfilled, and bothered about being undermined and tormented yet again by her despised neighbor. She felt like going out and dancing off her worries, but most night clubs in that area would have closed entry by then. It was also a week day, and she didn’t want to wake up any of her friends to go out with her.

Emily hesitated, and lifted her cell phone off the coffee table. She opened the local hook-up app, Spark, and scrolled through the idle conversations she had been having with several men through the application.

She chose Jim, whom she had gotten to know the best, then she hesitated. Swallowed.

Hey, she typed. You busy right now?

Jim’s response was surprisingly prompt: Not at all. What do you have in mind?

Emily lifted her thumbs to type back, but stopped herself. What was she thinking? She was engaged. Edward had insisted on celibacy until their wedding that winter, but it was hard on her sometimes.

Emily lightly shook her head, growing increasingly displeased with herself. Nothing really, she typed. Have a good night.

With that, she lowered her phone, and dropped back against the couch cushions.

-

Zoe spent the evening at home trying to catch up on work.

About an hour after the neighborhood meeting fiasco, Ted stopped by.

She mostly ignored him as she continued to focus on building her client’s website. In the meantime, Ted puttered about her house, clanking pots and pans, eating her food, and watching her television. At some point he settled a bowl of food on the desk beside her, and Zoe idly picked at the miniature meatballs in pasta. Ted has always been a good cook.

By the time she was finished with work, her stomach was lurching and whining. She released a large belch.

Ted threw her a look. “Have you been eating dairy again?”

Zoe glared at him. Both knew she was embarrassingly lactose intolerant. “What’s it to you?” she challenged, though privately, she knew that she had not consumed dairy in several years.

Ted just rolled his eyes. “It’s gonna be a long night.”

“No one told you to stay,” Zoe quipped back, walking over to the couch and dropping herself into his lap.

Ted was a friend and frequent hook-up. Things with him were easy. No obligation or expectations.

He easily slid her shirt up her torso as Zoe leaned closer and pulled his face to her chest.

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It was actually a long night for Emily.

She found herself continuously fidgeting even after she had finally gone to bed. She maintained a shallow, and insufficient sleep, until at one point in the middle of the night, she shot awake, rigid and warm, as something pulsed, causing her to twist her face and quietly groan.

After that she fell back asleep. It was the oddest thing ever.

Buried deep in her purse, Emily’s half of the statuette had taken on an eerie green glow that faded after a few moments.

-

Several days later, Emily peered through her window blinds as a disheveled young man departed Zoe’s house.

“That’s the third guy this week,” Emily muttered between sips of her coffee. And it was only Wednesday. Emily was all for sexual freedom, but Zoe was really taking it up a notch. Emily snorted, lightly shaking her head.

At least all the activity was doing Zoe some good. Zoe had been noticeably less antagonistic the past few days. There had been that one time that Zoe had parked her motorcycle a little too close to Emily’s driveway for comfort, but Emily had taken care of that with a pointed written note which she had taped to the bike mirror. It hadn’t happened again. Well, at last not since yesterday.

Zoe was just so distracting in all her misbehavior. But Emily really needed to try to focus on other things. Like the stomach issues she’d been having lately.

Emily looked down at herself. It had started with terrible indigestion, and a presence of bloating that had exacerbated until Edward had started to give her odd looks during their date nights on Tuesdays and Fridays. He had been pestering her to make an appointment with her doctor, and she had finally caved. Well, she didn’t have much of a choice.

Her clothing was hardly fitting her anymore. She just felt uncomfortable most days. Her stomach was rounded and firm, and funnily enough, she was beginning to look as though she was pregnant. Emily just hoped she wasn’t suffering from anything too serious.

Finishing off her coffee, Emily grabbed her purse and keys and headed for the door.

She got in her car and drove off to her doctor’s appointment, where she received news that left her shocked.

Afterwards Emily found herself sitting inside her car in the clinic parking lot, tears trailing down her cheeks as panicked sobs tore through her throat. It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t possible. How could she be five months pregnant? She hadn’t even had sex since she had started dating Edward two years before.

Emily got on her phone and scrolled to Edwards number, before hesitating, uncertain of what she would say to him. Oblivious of how she could get him to understand something that she herself couldn’t, she lowered her phone to her cup holder.

“Fuck,” she whispered, swearing for the first time in years. Emily lowered her head, putting her face in her hands.

-

“Is she pregnant?” Zoe blinked blearily out of her open kitchen window as she sloppily made herself a bloody mary. “What a cow.” Zoe couldn’t help snickering. So little miss perfect couldn’t keep it in her pants. She’s never going to fit into her wedding dress now. Zoe looked up as a half-dressed man walked into the kitchen. His name was Chip—or something—she wasn’t sure. But he was blonde, and he had certainly been a good time. She hated that she had to resort to randos, but Ted never liked to play more than once or twice a week. The prude.

“Morning,” said blondie, helping himself to a sip of her bloody mary. She frowned.

Chip—or whatever—didn’t seem to mind that he was standing right in her open kitchen window in nothing except a pair of tight briefs, his muscled body on full display to anyone looking in their direction from Emily’s property. Zoe smiled to herself. She sort of liked this guy.

She gently took her drink back from his hands and threw in back in just a gulp. She lowered the martini glass with a heavy sigh and lazy smile, then looked up to notice blondie was still standing around, watching her.

Zoe raised an eyebrow. “You can’t cook, can you?”